woken up [DYLAN OBRIEN] book 2/2

Chapter 6

     Stephanie Larsons POV

"Where the hell are my discharge papers?" I ask. "For the eighth time, I don't know!" Dylan shouts. Ever since I found out about the fight, our relationship has been bumpy. We haven't really had a conversation, and whenever we do, its usually an argument.

  "Chill your shit." I exclaim.

We haven't been truthful to each other either. He doesn't tell me when something is wrong with him or when he goes out somewhere. "You don't tell me what to do, Stephanie."

The both of us were currently looking around the room for the packet of papers. I can tell he was getting pissed. "Just leave, Dylan. Remember when I said I loved you, two days ago, and that I wasn't mad? I didn't lie. I don't know why you have been so pissed lately, and frankly, I don't care. Whatever is going on, I don't care. So just leave."

He looked at me, "Fine."

He walked out and slammed the door behind him. Dylan hasn't been himself lately, and I don't know why. I hate when he is like this. It seems like he wants nothing to do with anyone or anything. He has this void in his heart, to where he has no feeling.

  But we all have problems.

  Even relationship-ruining ones.

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"I'm home." I simply said. I had my duffle bag in one hand and my keys in another. I was so glad to get out of that filthy taxi.

"I made chicken nuggets." Dylan walked out of our bedroom and into the hallway. He leaned into the doorframe, watching my every move.

"I think we need a break, Dylan." I looked at him, with a soldiers face on. He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Go ahead, leave."

"You don't understand." I adjust the duffle bag so it was no longer hanging from my pained shoulder. "What do I not understand? You're leaving me once again!" he shouted. He walked over from the door to the kitchen, where he threw away the remaining nuggets.

"It seems like you don't care about our relationship. You don't love me anymore. I'm an accident prone girl that decides what she wants to do. I get in impossible accidents, I'm in Teen Wolf. I don't understand math and I hate baseball! What is there to love? We are worn out. I've woken up. This accident was meant to happen."

The tears rolled down my face. Each drop, burning my skin. They would roll down, and fall off my chin.

"We have the Teen Wolf season 4 completion party Wednesday." he walked back to his room and shut the door. "Fuck you!" I was raged. I was so pissed at him.

He didn't care about us anymore.

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"That's all he said? What an asshole." Holland said.

After Dylan did what he did, I ran to Holland. I told her everything that happened.

"He shouldn't be like that. It wasn't Tyler's fault, the only thing he should be saying is 'Thank you, Jesus'. You could've died in that accident." She stated.

"I think Dylan and I need a b-break."

She looked with sadness in her eyes. Almost like she felt bad for me.

"Aw babe," she stood up from the couch, where we were currently lounging, and gave me a hug. It was definitely an awkward hug. She was bent over while my ass was barely on the couch. "You don't need him. You're better than what he deserves." I smiled.

I looked at the time, 3:46. I was discharged from the hospital at 1:00. "Well I better call that taxi again." I sighed in stress.

"Haha, no. You're staying here," she smiled.

"I have clothes you can where and an extra toothbrush. Tomorrow we'll get you a new car!" Holland exclaimed. I saw the excitement in her eyes. It was basically a long sleepover, for her. For me, it was a getaway from my asshole boyfriend.

"Okay, I will stay" She squealed.

"But I need to make some phone calls." I gestured her to leave the room. "Sorry darling, I'm staying here. There is a big backyard, go use it." I rolled my eyes then chuckled.

I walked down the maze of hallways, passing expensive vases and paintings. She had a Mona Lisa painting, not the real one of course.

I looked away from the painting and focused my attention to where I was going. Just then, I saw two big doors that had sun shining through the windows next to them. I kept walking straight until I got to the large, wooden doors. The doors looked like they were old. It was beautiful though.

I reached for the handle and opened the door.

There was a large pool that was outlined by black tile. Then I saw a hot tub that dumped into the pool, trickling down fancy rocks. I saw eight lounge chairs, covered in padding.

I was currently on a bricked patio that had stairs leading to the large backyard. I also noticed a basketball court, which is probably never used, and multiple rocks, that were rather large, laying by the pool.

I realize what I came to do. I pull out my phone and dial his number.

It rings three times until he answers.

"Hello?" he sounds tired.

"It's 4:00, why are you yawning?" I ask, rather pissed. "I can yawn if want. What do you need?" he said.

  "I just want to let you know that I'm going to be at Hollands for awhile. Im staying there until you get your shit together." I started getting emotional. It feels like I'm leaving him. I know I will eventually.

"You leave when things get hard. When you can't handle something, you run off and hide. I know this maybe hard for you, I get it. But this is even harder for me. Watching you not hate the person that almost killed you, makes me so angry. Of course I'm the bad guy. Because I'm in love with you, Stephanie. I'm so pissed at you though! How can you forgive Tyler so easily?" he pauses and takes a breath.
 
  Tears stream down my face. I have my hand over my mouth so he doesn't hear my sobs. But I couldn't contain my silence, so I sniffle.

  "Stop crying, please." he sighs.

  "This isn't Tyler's fault! It was a domino accident! There was one accident that led to a bunch of 'em! So stop blaming him. Just apologize while you still can. Remember what I said when I got home? All those things I said? You didn't even care!" I wipe the wet areas on my face. I hear him sigh on the other side of the phone.

"Please come home. I need you, I really screwed up, Stephanie. I love you." he stays silent until I reply.

"I just need a day or two to take a breath. While I'm gone, you should call Tyler. You need your friend." I was hesitant on saying that I'll come back.

"I don't need Tyler. I need my girlfriend." I rolled my eyes.

"I need my boyfriend, but we all don't get what we want." I said with attitude. I quickly end the call.

I took a deep breath.

What did I do?